[Used to sitting while others write - a child of the Carta (well he'd never have been granted a seat, no matter what state he was in) then with the Boneflayers now Inquisition - so he busies his hands because otherwise the whole of him will be set to squirming. It won't help. Not when he's talking about this.
Not when he has the memory of the dark place with screaming, with Lady Wemot snapping at him.
He looks at her again, and well some humans aren't always all the way human but normally they're elfblooded but so far none of the rifters he knows have said anything so he wouldn't know, and whatever she is for her to say, not for him to go guessing at.]
Chantry controls lyrium. [If he's going to go about doing this, he'll just throw everything at the wall and under the cart all at once without pause.] They need it for the Templars. I mean we - Carta - we smuggle it 'cause what's life without the black market where you get whatever you need, and even Templars get addicted or get cut off or get kicked out but still have a thirst, but Chantry controls the trade. Dwarves can find it and only dwarves can mine it safely [which is said with a scoff, he's met enough of them gone wrong when something went wrong--
Almost his whole body shakes with the shudder at something not to be remembered.]
There's the whole thing about the Stone. Ancestors and all that shit and it's shit. They've got Castes. Orzammar is fucked if you couldn't tell s'just that Orzammar is down there so humans don't need to see it with their eyes, and if you try to tell 'em, they really don't like it.
[Mages especially who cannot imagine that any suffering will ever be greater than their own, that now they're part of this world they have to live in it, that now they have to fend for themselves like every other sorry bastard does who wasn't born to a silver spoon up the jacksie.]
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Not when he has the memory of the dark place with screaming, with Lady Wemot snapping at him.
He looks at her again, and well some humans aren't always all the way human but normally they're elfblooded but so far none of the rifters he knows have said anything so he wouldn't know, and whatever she is for her to say, not for him to go guessing at.]
Chantry controls lyrium. [If he's going to go about doing this, he'll just throw everything at the wall and under the cart all at once without pause.] They need it for the Templars. I mean we - Carta - we smuggle it 'cause what's life without the black market where you get whatever you need, and even Templars get addicted or get cut off or get kicked out but still have a thirst, but Chantry controls the trade. Dwarves can find it and only dwarves can mine it safely [which is said with a scoff, he's met enough of them gone wrong when something went wrong--
Almost his whole body shakes with the shudder at something not to be remembered.]
There's the whole thing about the Stone. Ancestors and all that shit and it's shit. They've got Castes. Orzammar is fucked if you couldn't tell s'just that Orzammar is down there so humans don't need to see it with their eyes, and if you try to tell 'em, they really don't like it.
[Mages especially who cannot imagine that any suffering will ever be greater than their own, that now they're part of this world they have to live in it, that now they have to fend for themselves like every other sorry bastard does who wasn't born to a silver spoon up the jacksie.]